Aesop Rock - One Brick lyrics

[Aesop Rock] I start my city with a brick (one brick) Then add another brick (two bricks) Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal Models then swallowed by famished potholes And I'm tired Tied up on these functions k**er cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed Run, breathe, sit, bellow Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback When Little Billy bought a Tugboat Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab Facist takes for the pegleg's birds and eyepatches Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them Wonder why you wept over spilled milk And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting life with that little species of midians We've now officially scraped barrel bottom Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him I know a planet made of porcelain And once I get tired of holding this gavel up Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again I ain't too good for tap water Play "Taps" out of order For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin You can lead a man to a city but that don't a**ure civility You can beat a man to d**h with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's (That's more fun anyway) Some cats Float, some cats don't I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric Diss blatant hara**ment, spit honor, whistle fearless Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep [Chorus - Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other] Platforms have been erected Effigies built Slogans coined, songs have been written Rumors have been circulated Autographs faked The hourgla** smashed and didn't leave me an escape Moving boxes have been worn out Mantlepieces dusted Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted Curtains have been closed Sleepers all waked The hourgla** smashed and didn't leave me an escape [Illogic - overlapping Aesop, fading in and out] Now with my trusty paperclip I picked locks of thoughts vault Finding the God in barren The harvest fruitless Only the Tree of Life flourishing Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless Is that, predestination or is it by design? That I'm trapped in time sand Show radio mission control but for my rhymes Man cuz I can like aluminum And I recycle my consciousness This is just a note For any action or lack thereof as a consequence [Illogic] Wingless angels Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs With halos in your syringe Celestial ground is found broken Exposing a bottomless depth Where heartless spines awake to devour The small piece of your soul that's left You're immersed in sound floating Aimless destination Drop anchor to gain stability Stare out potions, restrain fertility Pedestal talk is a token Soaked in pockets with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridicule The night breathes but light's choking Darkness occupies the throne Where poems are persecuted The purity at times dilluted Rhymes are executed For genre I'm told when has-beens attempt To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold Life's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the fold So when the yarn unravels, I won't be caught by surprise And as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise See when the canvas stands before me I'm compelled to spill a vision For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crowns It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down But from the pregance of my hardship was born style Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols Browning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital If your father and his father were fish out of water You must break the cycle How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die? When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs With a million watts And throws the switch, sparks filament Hurting new giants and flocks I stand my own two aura illuminated in red Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it [Chorus]